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My New Hat and My New Club

by Vanderleun on January 13, 2019

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JoanOfArgghh! January 13, 2019, 5:48 PM

Perfection!

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Nori January 13, 2019, 8:05 PM

I’ll bring cookies.
And guns, butter, etcetera.

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Rob De Witt January 13, 2019, 8:33 PM

Not quite…Make Orwell Fiction Over.

M O F O

You’re welcome.

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Casey Klahn January 13, 2019, 9:34 PM

1984. That ship’s sailed. It’s the next one coming in scares me.

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Callmelennie January 13, 2019, 9:59 PM

Imagine a Federal Bureau of Inclusivity agent demanding that you bake a Muslim transsexual a falafel for xher Ramamdhan transition celebration or go to jail

FOREVER!!

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Callmelennie January 13, 2019, 10:05 PM

Imagine a Muslim transsexual’s ‘Aid al Transition cake being shoved in your face

FOREVER!!

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Callmelennie January 13, 2019, 10:06 PM

Imagine a Muslim transsexual’s ‘Aid al Transition cake being shoved in your face

FOREVER!!

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ghostsniper January 14, 2019, 8:21 AM

derivatives – $2,000 trillion and rising rapidly, and they expect YOU to pay for it.
silly rabbits, money trix are for people needing dragged

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JiminAlaska January 14, 2019, 10:25 AM

Like the hat.
Like MAGA hats.
In fact like any hats that Make Progressives Grate Again.

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Sam L. January 14, 2019, 10:53 AM

That’s a GREAT cap!

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Bram January 14, 2019, 11:20 AM

One biggest fear of Civil War II / the Collapse – no coffee.

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Dirk Williams January 17, 2019, 4:30 PM

Awesome. Makes me laugh. Clever is, as clever does!.

Haven’t forgot your stuff. Just haven’t made it south.

Dirk

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Once by the Pacific

The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God’s last Put out the light was spoken.

— Robert Frost

At the Sulzberger’s Summer Home

Bright blooms of flame spattered shadows on that tide
Whose strangling fingers clawed into our lands,
And scraped out slots, fresh graves upon our sands.

A far-off signal flared and sputtering fell,
Its bloom of sparks erupting deep in slate,
But, like our last edition, this signal came too late.

The drumming bursts of broken cannons
Stomped along the edges of our gilded cage,
And faded like the lies we smeared on our front page,

Faded until all we heard of want or wish or war
Were the screams of our grandchildren slain
Beyond our gilded sand, upon our once fruited plain.

— Van der Leun

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